glowing_skye: (tears)
[A: In and around 1492 Kramden Road]

[Ema Skye is freaking out. Thanks to an ill-advised cafeteria meal at the hospital, she's hallucinating. As far as she's concerned, she's fourteen years old again (while simultaneously twenty-five), reliving one of the worst nights of her life. She's trapped in a darkened office with no source of light except for the occasional flash of lightning.

Joe Darke is coming after her.

Neil Marshall is coming to save her.

Neil Marshall is going to die, and it will be all her fault.

Sure, Damon Gant was the man who actually killed the prosecutor. But if he hadn't have come to her rescue, the opportunity would have never presented itself.

She can't handle this. So she can be found cowering, her arms over her head, waiting for history to repeat itself. Unless... maybe this time, Neil Marshall won't come to her rescue. Maybe this time, she's done for.

Either way, she waits.]




[B: Somewhere, sometime after A. Locked to [livejournal.com profile] uranophobe and [livejournal.com profile] puzzlerprince]

[Paging Dr. Jonathan Crane.

Your newest test subject is ready.]
glowing_skye: (cooler than you)
A [Action]:

[Ema Skye is not usually a happy person. The fact that she seems to be one today should be a clue that something is amiss. When weird things happen in Mayfield, Ema usually goes into a foul mood and either sulks or mobilizes to take action.

Today, she's doing neither. She's simply sitting in the park, munching on some treats she bought at the grocery store and watching people go by. If any of them are paying attention, she's making catty comments to herself as she takes notes on what she sees. Science at its finest.]



B [Action 2: Electric Boogaloo, Locked to [livejournal.com profile] puzzlerprince]:

[The real Ema Skye is in a pod just outside of the hospital. Someone was body-snatched on her way to work this morning.]


C [More Action!]:

[Post-rescue (and post-rescuing other people), Ema's just wandering around town trying to take all of the details in. Not knowing what else to do with herself, she's decided to fall back on familiar habits--i.e., investigation. She has her notepad in her hands and is furiously scribbling down all of her observations.

Unlike the pod version of her, she's actually taking notes on things that are relevant to the events at hand.]
glowing_skye: (chemistry in a bikini)
[It takes Ema a few moments to sort through the disorientation that comes with waking up in an unfamiliar place. Once she pulls herself together, however, she realizes that it's not really all that unfamiliar--she's in the Louvre Hotel. Last summer, she had been trapped her with Klavier, leading to one of the best nights she's had since arriving in Mayfield. Back in better times with him, before tensions and the subsequent droning. She feels a bit of a sting, both from the memory and from the realization that time is still flying by. She's been here too long.

This year, Ema's bedmate is none other than her assigned husband, Schuldig. In all honesty, she's not sure if this is to her benefit or her detriment; she's not sure she's up to spending a night here with Edward with memories of Klavier coming back into focus. At least with Schuldig, she doesn't have to make any choices that can lead to bruised egos and a needless sense of competitive jealousy. On the other hand, she does need to worry about having her brain picked apart. Why would the setting and the situation change Schuldig's M.O. any, especially when there are several new (and questionable) developments in her personal life to dig into? If anything, the extended period of time in which they'll be trapped will probably encourage it, since there's nothing better for them to do.

And, to make things even more awkward, she's wearing lingerie, the room is candle-lit, there are roses with them in the bed, and there's plenty of food and alcohol for them to share. For all parts and purposes, this is set up to be a lovers' evening. Between her and Schuldig. Who have a complicated partnership based on proximity and knowing way too much about the other. And who aren't inclined to take advantage of the setting.

Ema sighs deeply as she climbs out of the bed in search for a robe to cover herself. This is going to be an uncomfortable night.]
glowing_skye: (gentle green)
[A: Action]

[Sometime in the late morning, Ema Skye can be found in her kitchen making (or simply setting out) a variety of breakfast foods: scrambled eggs, bacon, biscuits, toast, muffins, fresh fruit, and so forth. There's even coffee and some mimosas made from all-American orange juice from Florida and some sparkling wine from California (not champagne, that's French!).

Why all the food? Well, because it's Independence Day and Ema's decided to have an open house for brunch, that's why! Both her front door and her back one are wide open, allowing smells from the kitchen to drift out into the street and neighboring properties.

Come grab a bite and say hello? An open door means an open invite, after all, and that's what good neighbors do.]



[B: Phone]

[A little later on--after talking to several people--Ema's concerned and more than a little confused.]

I don't know what's gotten into the water, but I'd like to know why everyone is suddenly acting like the Communists have taken over and we shouldn't believe anything we're told.

What the hell happened? I thought this was a place where we trusted each other.
glowing_skye: (tears)
[Klavier's droned. For good.

Needless to say, Ema's taken the discovery pretty hard. The two of them had been together for over a year after arriving within a few months of each other. Yes, lately things had been strained, but they had been working through it. Klavier was her rock, the man who gave her comfort when the town hit her too hard, the man who held her and assured her that she was brave (if reckless) and was doing the right thing.

He loved her. And she loved him. Loves him.

And now? All of that is gone, ripped out from underneath her. She has no rock, no lover to turn to. Mayfield has, effectively, taken away the most important foundation she has in her network of allies.]


Phone:
Okay, Mayfield. I get it. We're all supposed to be miserable. There's not supposed to be any joy here. Fine.

Lesson learned.

[After a long pause.]

For anyone who knew him: Klavier's been droned.

[And she hangs up.]

A: 1492 Kramden Road
[Ema's only home for coffee and a meal. Both are sitting in front of her, half touched. Her expression is distant, as if she's not really there at all.]

B: in and around 5723 Cunningham Lane
[Ema has already torn through the house once today, tearing through Klavier's belongings in order to discern whether his droning was permanent or not. There's no reason for her to return; it's not like she can simply wish him back. Logically speaking, she's done with the address for now.

And yet, she's hanging around nearby, looking up at the house and sighing heavily as she thinks things over. Occasionally, some impotent anger flares in her and she throws something at the front door. She isn't sure if she's more depressed or more angry, so she's letting herself swing wildly between the two.]


C: John Doe Park
[Ema finally settles in the park, sitting on a park bench and drinking herself stupid. She knows this is a terrible way to react--it's letting the town win, in a way--but she needs to simply sit and be miserable. Tomorrow is for bouncing back and taking action. Today is for drinking until she feels better.

Unsurprisingly, it's not working. Several bottles are scattered on the ground around her. And Ema looks like she's ready to cry. Really, she's wanted to cry all day--it's just that she's finally ready to let herself do so]
glowing_skye: (not trusting you)
[Phone; Filtered from drones and the higher-ups]

I really hope everyone's recovering from all the... everything. And I hope those of you who were stupid enough to fall for it are happy with yourselves. This town never, ever gives anything up so easily. They're just messing with our heads.

Now that we've had some time to calm down and re-evaluate, I'd like to put this forward. Information is our best defense here. And I know there have been investigations carried out in the past, both by myself and by other people. But I don't think there's an actual investigative body among our resistance? I think we should form one.

I don't know what kind of spearhead I could be--all I've managed to do is get people together to collect forensic data on the Postman when we though he was dead--but... I'm willing to at least try and organize everyone. Please, if you can help, consider it.

[Filtered to Klavier]

How are you holding up? Did anything happen to you while everyone was killing each other?

[Residents of 1492 Kramden Drive]

[Ema's sitting in the kitchen, sipping some coffee and writing up some notes.

There's plenty to share.]
glowing_skye: (*sigh*)
[Mayfield is no longer the town it once was. It's decimated, not unlike a warzone after a terrible battle... which, really, is exactly what this place is. The information that's starting to come in over the phones is no better--nothing conclusive, yet, but all of it unsettling. Ema almost longs for the squeaky-clean facade that she's grown accustomed to, as irritating as it was; at least that was familiar and somewhat predictable. This? This is carnage. This is the end of what patterns Ema had learned to expect from Mayfield. This is a need to rebuild. This is a horrible, overwhelming sense of uncertainty about the present and, more distressingly, about the future.

Ema really hates uncertainty.

However, it will do her no good to simply remain inactive, so she's forcing herself to pull herself together and press on. Now, more than ever, she wants to find a way out of here.]


[A: phone]
For all of you who came out to help with the Post Office investigation: thank you. The data is safe and I'm going to begin going through all that we've collected to see what we can make of it.

I hope you're all all right. And please consider keeping in touch; if we're going to learn how this place works, we'll need an active investigation team. If any of you saw something or heard something about what happened at the Dairy that you think is relevant to our interests, please let me know.

I'm going to inspect the damage and see if people are all right.


[B: housemates at 1492 Kramden Road]
[Ema is sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee. She's preparing to head out and visit people she's worried about/see what she can do with the forensic data she's managed to collect. The briefcase is sitting right next to her, untouched so far.]


[C: around town]
[Ema's wandering, trying to take in everything. It's almost unfathomable, how much has changed over the past several days. She supposes she should start taking an inventory of what's been destroyed and what needs to be taken care of, but... she doesn't even know where to begin. She's trained as an investigator, not a rescue worker.

Therefore, Ema decides to focus on making sure the people she cares about are all right. If you know her fairly well, expect a knock at your door.]



[D: 5723 Cunningham Lane]
[Hi, Klavier, here's your girlfriend with some dinner and a bottle of wine. It's a little late for Valentine's Day and the circumstances are far from ideal, but... after everything that's just happened, they probably both need a night to destress and just be a couple.

She also has a briefcase for you to hold onto. She doesn't trust Schuldig not to tamper with it.]
glowing_skye: (blurry icon of bitty-ness)
[A nine-year-old girl with stick-straight brown hair is wandering around the town, calling out occasionally for someone named 'Lana.' She's obviously scared, being somewhere completely unfamiliar and separated from the only family she has left, but she's trying to be brave. As time goes on, however, panic becomes more and more obvious in her voice and in her movements.

It might be hard to pick her out without a lab coat, but the little girl is none other than Ema Skye. Feel free to approach her and help her out! Or make things worse, but you'd be a jerk if you did that.]
glowing_skye: (tears)
[On Christmas morning, Ema finds a bag of Snackoos, a picture of her family, and a note under the tree. Idly munching the treats--thank you, Santa!--Ema reads the note and considers, finally deciding to give it a shot. She doesn't expect the cheesy 'close your eyes and believe in the heart of the cards spirit of Christmas!' tactic to amount to anything, honestly, but for some reason she's compelled to try it anyway. It can't hurt, right?

Oh, yes. Yes, it can.

For as long as Ema's able to hold the illusion, it's wonderful. She's home with Klavier, her friends--even those she'd made in Mayfield, somehow--her sister, even her parents! She's successful and doing the science she's always dreamed of. She's warm, safe, happy--happier than she's been in ages. It's as if the terrible things in her life have never even happened. Her parents are alive, Joe Darke and Damon Gant never ruined Ema and Lana's lives when she was fourteen, Mayfield isn't even a factor....

And then some snow falls from the roof outside, making a great deal of noise and spooking Ema into opening her eyes. The illusion is broken and everything is lost.

After a few moments of honest disorientation as she realizes what has just happened, Ema throws the Snackoos and the photo across the room with a loud scream of rage before breaking down into sobs.]


((Thanks to the Christmas event, Ema did not start her Christmas in a very merry way. Her mood will improve over the course of the day as she slowly gets over the emotional bitchslap, though. Feel free to tag into one of the following:

a. Housemates or holiday visitors are welcome to find Ema sitting on the floor in tears.

b. After Ema's cried it out a bit, she's going to go outside and walk around, getting some air before headed to Klavier's for the night. She's still upset, but god dammit she is going to have a nice Christmas or heads will roll, so she's trying to calm herself down.

c. Hi, Klavier, Merry Christmas! Have an Ema! Her eyes and nose are still swollen and a bit red, but she's putting on a smile and is coming over for Christmas as planned! Plus she has food and a present for you. Even if they can't have the perfect Christmas she imagined when Santa tricked her into believing that something like that could magically happen, that's no reason not to have a good holiday with what they have. Right?


Also, replies will be slow. Holiday and all. :) ))
glowing_skye: (smirk)
[In which Ema helps herself to a piece of cinnamon candy and comes home from work with a much sexier uniform than what she left in.

And since this sexy nurse is feeling a bit... restless, she's going to wander the town in search of someone something interesting to do.

Have at her, gentlemen. ;) ]


[ETA: So, sexy nurse!Ema ends her day by being devoured by a zombie!Medic. Feel free to catch up with her beforehand or, alternatively, find her messy corpse in the middle of the street.]


((ooc: Because really, what is a slowatus? >> MAYFIELD, I WISH I COULD QUIT YOU.))
glowing_skye: (blank stare)
[Ema died.

It was a horror of fire and destruction as the hazmat-suited men tore through the house, setting things aflame and cutting down anyone who got too close. Ema made it a point to put herself between the hazmats and the children of the home--Crowe and Ash especially--but all that earned her was an ax to the point where her neck meets her shoulder, followed quickly with being set on fire. Her death was not immediate and in the end it was rather futile; everyone else died, too.

It is with this memory fresh in her mind that Ema wakes up the following morning, face-to-face with Schuldig. Someone else is asleep in the bed behind her.

Acting entirely on instinct, Ema screams.]


((ooc: Ema will be hitting the phones later, but for now she has to deal with the fact that her home is currently filled with the Schuldig's peeps. LUCKY HER.))
glowing_skye: (blank stare)
[Filtered SO HARD to Ken Hidaka.]

You didn't warn me about the Berserker.

[He can probably tell by the tone of her voice that she's on the verge of a panic attack or something similar to it. No wonder.]

~ ~ ~

[And after that conversation's over, Ema's off to freak out at her boyfriend. Hope you're feeling up to calming her down, Klavier!]

~ ~ ~

[And after that, Ema's back home the following morning to bitch at Schuldig about it/pack some belongings for her next round of I-hate-sleeping-at-home housecalls.]
glowing_skye: (hmph)
[Filtered to Klavier and Apollo even though the latter's been permadroned.]

We're going to that "night of fun" at the Smiths.

[Judging from her tone, this is not a question.]


[Action! Ema needs to ask her not!husband a favor, even though she might regret it for all eternity...]

Schuldig, you wouldn't happen to have that gun anymore, would you? [It's not her preferred line of defense, nor is Schuldig her preferred method of procuring a weapon, but... going in unarmed just seems foolhardy, and a firearm would work better than a spray bottle of bleach.]


((ooc: Bringing Ema out of hiatus because this event is a can't-miss opportunity for her interests! :D ))
glowing_skye: (munch munch munch)
[Ema was hung over as hell the day after the Louvre Hotel event, and not without good reason. She's getting too old for that kind of drinking; four shots of tequila in rapid succession was perhaps not the wisest decision she's ever made. Still, it was totally worth it, even with the day-long headache and the vomiting that followed. The time alone with her boyfriend was very nice indeed.

Even now, she can't help but smile as she remembers it.

It's now Monday, and Ema has a package in the mail! Inside the box is the one thing that can make an already wonderful weekend even better: a bag of Snackoos. How she's missed them these past four months. Their delicious crunch, their sugary taste... she's salivating just thinking about them. Her initial instinct is to dig right in and eat the whole bag, but she hesitates. No, this bag needs to be savored, truly enjoyed. She'll just have a few, then hide the bag and go back to it once in awhile when she's really craving one. At first, she does exactly that, but then something occurs to her.

She lives with a psychic. More specifically, she lives with a psychic who's enough of an asshole to take her beloved snacks and either help himself or, worse, tamper with or destroy them somehow. She can't have that happen, so back to the original plan it is. She figures she should probably be annoyed, but she's just pleased that she has an excuse to binge like she is accustomed to doing.

Feel free to find Ema sitting on her front porch, munching happily on her regain. No, you can't have any.]
glowing_skye: (blank stare)
You awaken in a hotel.

It's a classy hotel. The sheets on the vibrating bed are satin, and an almost inviting shade of red. There is a small table at the side of the room, atop which a single flickering candle illuminates the room. Your meal has been prepared on gleaming marble plates, and there are two chairs seated at the table.

The door, should you care to test it, is locked. The walls, should you care to test them, are unbreakable. The meal, should you care to test it, is delicious. Your wardrobe appears to have been misplaced: men will find themselves wearing a tuxedo and clip-on bow tie, while women have found themselves wearing an extremely clingy dress or racy lingerie. You appear to be clutching a bouquet of roses.

There is a mini-bar. It is extremely well-stocked.

It dawns on you as you look around the room that this is, without a shadow of doubt, a hotel for lovers. A Lover's Hotel, if you will.

It also dawns on you that you are not alone.



[Ema wakes up sprawled across the bed wearing less than she's usually comfortable with. The room is equally unfamiliar, although it's quite intimate in its design. It's obviously a hotel room, and Ema groans softly. Looks like they didn't even get a choice about the discount weekend; they were spending time at the Louvre Hotel whether they wanted to or not.

It occurs to Ema that she's not alone--someone's in the bed with her. She rolls over to see who it is and breaths a sigh of relief. Her bedmate is Klavier. Even though she has no idea where she is, at least she's with someone she cares about and not some stranger... or, worse, Schuldig.

Gently, she gives him a shake.]


You awake?
glowing_skye: (omfg!!)
[Ema's fake husband killed a man and cut him to pieces in their garage. Obviously, Ema did not know about this as it happened.

When Ema goes into the garage the following morning, there are indications that something is amiss. The stench is the first thing that hits her; she has to cover her face with her sleeve in order to continue into the garage. There are widely distributed spots of something dried and dark on the floor that look suspiciously like dried blood. She runs back inside and grabs her luminol to test one of the spots and make sure--the test comes out positive.

Shit.

Time to go ask fake husband what the hell happened in there last night.]


Schuldig!
glowing_skye: (hmph)
[After a terrible first impression of her new fake husband, Ema gathers some belongings and immediately marches off to sit on Sniper's roof and take refuge there for awhile before continuing on to Klavier's place for the night. Based on her first interaction with him, Ema refuses to share a house with this Schuldig person, much less a bedroom. She'd rather be droned first.

At Sniper's house, she's greeted to a creepily cheery Sniper drone--still--whose hospitality she completely rebuffs. Further infuriated, she continues on to her second destination.

The familiarity of this march doesn't escape her--it's very familiar to what happened after she was struck by her drone husband two months ago. At least the drone didn't hold the potential of continued aggression and, worse, an eventual psychic ability. After the initial lashing out, the drone had been on his best behavior, possibly because of the harm he came to as a result... although Ema doubts it. She theorizes that the slap had been a glitch in the droning more than anything else, since drones are generally nonaggressive. Schuldig, on the other hand, is openly cruel. She already misses the drone.

Feel free to approach the scientist with the bruising around her throat (or in Klavier's case, have a pissed-off girlfriend banging on your door.)]



((ooc: And please forgive the spam. Multiple plots hit at the same time. ^^() ))
glowing_skye: (guhhhh)
[Ema wakes up in Mayfield. Color is back in the world, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and her drone husband seems much less severe, even kissing her forehead as he leaves for work. Life is back to normal, or at least as close to normal as possible in this place.

Or so Ema thinks. After checking in on the phones, Ema goes about her morning and realizes that things in Mayfield aren't exactly as good as she'd hoped. Over the course of the day, she will be doing the following:

1. Checking on her not!children Touma and Misaka to make sure they're all right after Soviet Mayfield. She doesn't interact with them all that much, but that doesn't mean she doesn't care about their well-being.

2. Going to find Sniper so she can sit on his roof and get a feel for the situation with him. Unfortunately, she's greeted by an obviously droned Sniper, a fact that unnerves her more than a little. She hopes that this is a temporary droning, although the sinking feeling in her stomach suggests otherwise.

3. Banging on Klavier's door. She wants to see if he's all right/intact/un-droned. She also wants someone to commiserate with and to help her feel better, although she won't directly admit it.]



((Open to people who aren't Touma, Misaka, and Klavier--feel free to approach Ema on the street as she's moving from place to place~ :) ))
glowing_skye: (hmph)
[Despite the fact that Ema's still infuriated about what was announced on the television, she is currently running around the factory and posting plans drawn up by Fran to create cow-tractor cyborgs. It's very early--the tractor lines haven't even started moving yet--and Ema's still exhausted from helping Fran herd the cattle yesterday, but she's diligently posting the plans anyhow. After all, Fran has the foreman's permission, and Ema had promised to help her.

Plus, it gives her time to think.

Feel free to approach Comrade Skye and ask what the hell she's doing. She's off to do something rash after this, so it might be your last opportunity.]
glowing_skye: (guhhhh)
[The Mayfield Ema wakes up in is very different from the Mayfield in which she fell asleep. It's ridiculously early--the sun isn't even up yet--but her drone husband is already up and getting dressed. He notices that she's awake.]

доброе утро. You've overslept this morning; it's already 4:30am. You should get dressed so that you can get started with your investigations.

[Wait... what the hell?! Where did that Russian accent come from? And what does he mean by 'investigations'? Does he know what she's been up to?

Rubbing her eyes as she climbs out of bed, Ema pads over to the window and looks out at the landscape. It's nothing at all like the suburbian sight she's grown used to; this is much grayer, darker, colder. A large factory overwhelms the rest of the town, already spewing smoke into the still-dark air. It takes Ema a few minutes, but it finally clicks: She's now in the Soviet Union of the 1950s. Damn everything.

Her drone husband leaves, saying something about inspecting beets at the factory. Ema dresses, noting with disdain that her lab coat is nowhere to be found, and goes to head out herself. Just outside her door she finds a letter explaining what her assigned job is. She's an Investigator, responsible for investigating reports of subversive activity.

Ema just laughs. It's the humorless, almost-painful laugh of someone who knows she's the butt of some kind of cosmic joke but doesn't know how else to deal with it. She's not sure if this is Mayfield's way of telling her that they know what she's been up to, or if it's just their way of being jackasses about her real life back home. Either way, it stings a bit.

Once Ema gets over herself and has something to eat (beets, since that seems to be the only food she has), she heads out. At the very least, she'll be free to walk around at her leisure and see what the hell is going on.]



((tl;dr - Ema Comrade Skye wandering the streets wondering what the hell she's supposed to be investigating, since she has not received any reports of "subversive activity" as of yet. Feel free to approach her! :D ))
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